Everlasting Gobstoppers

Bloggers are not everlasting gobstoppers.  Sure we change flavors faster than Violet Beauregard turned into a blueberry but eventually we run out of steam, or flavors if you were really into the analogy.  At some point we have to stop tasting like bubble gum and cotton candy and be real- and by real I mean by this time we're probably tired, stinky and slightly haggered.  Yum, you say I smell like teen spirit, I say I taste like haggered.  Potato patato.

On one rainy blustery day, oh yeah- today, I was sitting at my picturesque window looking out and I just thought... 

What the hell am I going to do?  I hate my job.   

I need to make money, well that was more of a period.  I need to make money.  Not the rich and famous kind, but the I don't want to eat top ramen and we have a goal to get out of debt plus, duh- I'm a grown up with grown up bills.  Thank you $20k for an education that I don't use, but I get to proudly say- I'm a college grad- go me!  Worthless.  Except employers, no one cares if you went to college or not.  That little piece of paper does not measure your worth and really... Some of the dumbest people I know are college grads- sorry guys.  

So what now?  ( and there I sat for about 38.6 minutes until I realized I was hungry and went out for seaweed snacks an chocolate ice cream.  No joke.  Don't judge me, I'm a woman of diverse tastes.) 

#whatdoyoudowhenyouhatewhatyoudo? #firstworldproblems but this is my real problem... I just want to write.  I just want to be heard.  Do you think anyone would listen?  Why don't we have spellcheck in real life?Do you think Debbie Downer is a real person?  What would happen if she took uppers?  

The great thing about this tiny corner of the world wide web, is that it is mine.  All mine.  Of course I want you to tag along for the ride, I mean... I've never met an audience I didn't like... but I get to call the shots here.  I've decided to create Frank Fridays--- I'm going to say everything that's on my mind!  No holds barred... Or whatever that saying is!  It could be good, bad or ugly but I'm gonna just do it- because Nike said so. 

So these are my ponderings for today.  Are these the rantings of a vitamin D deficient woman in a sideways rainstorm with no thunder or lightening?  Creeptastic, I feel ya.  Well ...maybe.  But these are definitely the thoughts of a woman who needs more out of life.  

If you happen to know of any positions that pay based on awesomeness, creativity, Dr. Phil services or random spoutings of a twenty-something (yes, I still qualify- shut it), then let me know.  I'm pretty sure I could make a pretty penny and look pretty fly for a white guy or girl doing it.

I hope you enjoyed your first Frank Friday!  Peace out trout.

Until next time...

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